Close of the death you had heard that sound
Tearing mutilating and lacerating your poor soul
You won’t have time at least nor to breathe
That because, of your body and blood I need
While the vinyl plays, you feel bad
The damned music of the power from hell
Before the last chorus it will already be the final
This is the power of the suicidal metal
Not even in the hell you will be free
The diabolical riffs will be eternal and sins
Play the vinyl to the contradict and you had heard the evil
Everything forgets that you know up to now on metal